The Big Apple of my eye…
Dear New York,
I know we’ve only met a couple of times, and I KNOW it may seem crazy, but I feel like we’re meant to be together -
No - let me finish.
I know you’re not ready for a relationship with me, and maybe it’s just not the right time, but I just can’t get you out of my -
Seriously. Shut up for a second.
Look. I get it. So many others are lined up around the block to be with you.
OK OK. You’re right. BLOCKS. Blocks and blocks and blocks. SHEESH! Better?
Man… your ego sometimes…
Anyway. I just needed to tell you that… I’ll wait for you….
Shhhhhhh… listen… you’ll get a chance for rebuttal very soon, I promise. DUDE! Can’t you see I’m RIGHT in the middle of a soliloquy?
Yes, it is a word. Look it up.
I want you to know that I’m not like everyone else. I’m different.
Not different in an ‘I own fifty budgies’ kind of way. Just different. And I won’t complain about you being cold, or loud, or over the top. I love you for who you are.
Yeah. I said I love you. OK? I’m not afraid. I love you and I don’t care who knows! You hear me, New York? I LOVE YOU! Oh my god I feel SO liberated saying it out loud! I LOOOOOOOOOVE YOUUUUUU!!! I want to shout it from the mount-
WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOINNNNNGGGGG?????????
